You taught me how to love

December 16, 2008 | By Mark | 1 Comment

I first heard this song about 4 years ago and instantly loved it. I found it on an unmarked CD that was laying around somewhere. I didn’t realize until later that it was written by my good friend and former roommate Andy and sung by my friends Luke and Nina. I love how Andy’s beautiful heart is expressed through Luke and Nina’s amazing voices.

I would like to dedicate this song to the Burns family (especially Terri). They are currently missionaries in Africa and I love that family very much. I saw something on Terri’s facebook page about how much the people in Africa are ministering to her and I wanted her to hear it. I hope you are as blessed by this song as I was, Terri.

So, I will play the role of Internet disc jockey matchmaker and dedicate a song I love about love by a person I love sung by people I love to people I love about people they love who love them back.

[audio:http://www.marklamberti.com/TaughtLove.mp3]

“We love because he first loved us.” – 1 John 4:19

Andy is the vice-president of “Kupenda”. Kupenda mean “to love” in Kiswahili and exists to meet the needs of children with disabilities. The current focus of Kupenda is in the Malindi district on the coast of Kenya. You can find out more about Kupenda at: http://kupenda.org/

The Burns are currently serving in South Africa with Child Evangelism Fellowship. More information about the Burns family and their adventures can be found at this address: http://www.theburnsfamilysouthafrica.org/

Category: Music

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Savannah says:

June 26, 2010 at 2:50 pm

Hey Mark! I love your blog….especially this post! I’m blog-stalking you!

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